Schizophrenia (Mental Suicide) Testo

Disappear without regret nor joy
Death is perhaps a delivery
Nobody`s never managed to prove it

I`d like to have no future
Kill without remorse even friends
Be an animal without faith nor law

Mad, I begin to be mad

I feel my nerves that are cracking
I want to weep and to laugh
An interior force pushes me to suicide
An other one pushes me to folly
I think of death as if it`s near
Project my future as if it doesn`t exist...